a showcase of my love affair with the written word…
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who walk gracefully through life, and those of us whose feet seem to act as target zones for falling objects. Guess which group I belong to? Just the other day, I was in the shower, feeling accomplished about buying a fresh, shiny one-liter bottle of… Continue reading Confessions of a Human Earthquake: Gravity, Shampoo Bottles, and Other Household Hazards
I never officially enrolled in Family University. There was no application form. No entrance exam. No tuition fee. And definitely no orientation seminar. Yet somehow, after years of living with my family, I appear to have earned several unofficial degrees. Bachelor of Patience. Master of Selective Hearing. Doctorate in Knowing When Mom Is About to… Continue reading Things I Have Accidentally Learned From Living With My Family
I have come to accept that I notice things. A lot of things. Sometimes things that nobody else seems to notice. And before you start thinking, "Ay, eto na. Echosera na naman," let me clarify. I don't observe people because I want to collect gossip. Okay? Mostly. 😂 I notice because I'm curious. I want… Continue reading The things I notice when nobody is asking me to notice them
Why things mysteriously break whenever I'm around I don't know why this happens. Honestly, I think science owes me an explanation. Maybe NASA. Maybe Discovery Channel. Maybe whoever investigates paranormal activity. Because there has to be a perfectly logical reason why ordinary household objects seem magnetically attracted to my hands. I'm not exaggerating. I could… Continue reading Confessions of a Human Earthquake
I travel for one simple reason—to stay sane.It’s my way of recharging and rebooting when life starts feeling too routine. Every trip gives me that dopamine rush—you know, that thrill of seeing a new place, meeting new people, and discovering new food that makes you forget your diet ever existed. But more than the pretty… Continue reading Wander Often, Worry Less: My Realistic Travel Tips for Solo and Family Trips
Let’s be real—change is hard. And I’m not just talking about the kind where you finally decide to reorganize your closet (which, for the record, I’ve been “about to do” for three years now). I mean the big, soul-shifting life transitions that knock the wind out of you and make you question your very existence… Continue reading Embracing Change: My Guide to Thriving Through Transitions
